Asking to be asked.

Cigarettes. Cancer stick or social butterfly?
Today, as many times before in my life, I was sitting having a cigarette, when a guy came up to me. "Mind if I bum one?" It was a new pack so I didn't mind. This particular time, the guy was seemingly trying to impress me. Since I had just gotten out of my women's psychology class, I took to noticing all of the masculinity he was projecting at me. I learned several things in the two minutes we spoke:
-He needed a cigarette.
-He needed a lighter.
-He's getting a new tattoo soon, of a biblical lyric.
-He's religious.
-His woman-friend will be tattooing him.
-He'd been to jail, where he was unable to have a cell phone.
-Now he has a new cell phone.
-He's taking oceanography, criminology, fitness, flag football, and three others which I now forget.
-Aside from the massive amount of classes, he holds down four jobs.
-He makes 4k a week from his jobs.

I then decided I knew enough, and kindly excused myself because I would be late for class.
These types of people, for whatever reason, are either extremely talkative and friendly, or just desperately need validation of some kind. I didn't give him that validation.